Please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. Thank you and enjoy your ride.
Dear Livejournal,I am sorry for having neglected you for so long. I probably have a legitimate excuse, but I know you don't want to hear it, especially considering how much I still owe you 1. So in an attempt to make up for the lost time, and prevent the fire and brimstone that will most likely rain down from the sky in the event that I continue to not update, I present to you as a sacrificial offering the longest (so long it needs an index and 17 lj-cuts), and most pointless entry of my entire livejournal career, brought to you by Quintic Confectionaries.
Sickly To The Power Of, Christina Stupidhead
♥
The Inordinate Index v2.0
♥
Extreme Education ^
It occured to me the other day, while talking to Heather 2, that school is basically my entire life. I wonder how this happened. See, after high school comes college, and after college I become a teacher. I wonder if the other side really does have greener grass, and if their cows make sweeter milk because of it, and if they thus enjoy their breakfast cereal twice as much as I do. You never know, the other side of this whole system seems to me to be a lot more useful than this side. Well! Either way, to honor the fact that, aside from it being National Teacher Day (Thank you, Google!), I am fated to a live a life of didactic drudgery--of my own choice, mind you--here is the part of the entry where I talk about all the things I (never/always secretly) wanted to know.
∞
Something Rotten In The State Of _______ ^
All I have to say about this is that it is indeed my Web Page Design project to show that I can use all the stupid things we 'learned' this year so far. Please don't yell at me if there is something wrong in it, I was very, very bored. Praise be the Lord and the end.
Denmark: Where Danes Come From
Boring Country Information
Language Lessons
Fun(!?) Facts
Pictures And Stuff
Boring Country Information
Location: Europe, north of Germany
Capital: Copenhagen
Language: Danish and English
Population: About 5.8 million
Government: Multi-party Parliament
Language Lessons
Er det nogen som taler engelsk?
Do you speak English?
Jeg forstår ikke
I don't understand
En øl værsgo
One beer please
Hvor er ...?
Where is ??
toilettene
a toilet
Et øjeblikk
Just a minute
vent!
wait!
rødgrød med fløde
red fruit with cream
ja
yes
nej
no
Fun Facts
The national team of Denmark won the European Soccer Championship in 1992.
Denmark won the European Song Contest in 2000.
The band Aqua is made of three Danes and a Norwegian.
April 16th is Queen Margrethe II's birthday, a national holiday. She's an Aries.
Danish Blue is a famous smelly cheese, that I have never tried.
Hamlet, the famous play by William Shakespeare, takes place in Denmark.
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."
Pictures
A road map of a city in Denmark.
Currency of Denmark. Money!!!11!
Danish Blue cheese. Mmm, cheese?
The band Aqua.
© Christina Stupidhead 2005 3
∞
I'll Take Biology For Six Hundred, Please ^
A True Story: In either freshman or sophomore year I got it in my head that I really, really had to draw Kubrick from the Remnants series 4. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, good job! Plus cool points for you. So for all of you out there who aren't as lame as I am, here's a basic summery: Kubrick had all his skin ripped off by aliens and replaced with plastic wrap. (How delightful, I know.) The entire point of wanting to draw him was wanting to draw all the muscles and bones and sinews and tissues and whatnot that make a person up. The problem was, I had no idea what those things looked like off the top of my head (And still don't.), so I could either cut open myself or one of my not-so-close friends and find out the hard way, like all the greats probably did, or go to the store/library and find an anatomy book. I did neither. Instead I went to my then Biology teacher and asked to borrow one of the old books. I still haven't returned it, and still haven't drawn that picture. Anticlimactic, ne? But I did tear out the pages and use them to collage my walls, which is what my lj layout is, if you couldn't tell... :X
∞
Considering My Future Profession ^
Since I do want, more than anything, actually, to become an English teacher, the educational part of this program should include something literary. I want to share with you, then, my favorite poem of all time. I know I've posted this already, but that was a very long time ago. And I know I should probably post something I have written myself, but my poetry has only improved slightly since the whole pomegranate incident 5, and I know none of you want to relive that horror. So, until the time comes when I feel like I can let my writing out of the closet again, here is a bit by my favorite author of all time, Mervyn Peake, which was included in my favorite books of all time, the Gormenghast Trilogy.
The Frivolous Cake
By Mervyn Peake
A freckled and frivolous cake there was
That sailed on a pointless sea,
Or any lugubrious lake there was
In a manner empathic and free.
How jointlessly, and how jointlessly
The frivolous cake sailed by
On the waves of the ocean that pointlessly
Threw fish to the lilac sky.
Oh, plenty and plenty of hake there was
Of a glory beyond compare,
And every conceivable make there was
Was tossed through the lilac air.
Up the smooth billows and over the crests
Of the cumbersome combers flew
The frivolous cake with a knife in the wake
Of herself and her curranty crew.
Like a swordfish grim it would bounce and skim
(The dinner knife fierce and blue),
And the frivolous cake was filled to the brim
With the fun of her curranty crew.
Oh, plenty and plenty of hake there was
Of a glory beyond compare-
And every conceivable make there was
Was tossed through the lilac air.
Around the shores of the Elegant Isles
Where the cat-fish bask and purr
And lick their paws with adhesive smiles
And wriggle their fins of fur,
They fly and fly 'neath the lilac sky-
The frivolous cake and the knife
Who winketh his glamorous indigo eye
In the wake of his future wife.
The crumbs blow free down the pointless sea
To the beat of a cakey heart
And the sensitive steel of the knife can feel
That love is a race apart.
In the speed of the lingering light are blown
The crumbs to the hake above,
And the tropical air vibrates to the drone
Of a cake in the throes of love.
♥
Can't Leave Home Without Them ^
Sometimes I wonder where the actual content of my livejournal is. I mean, sure, I did get one hundred and one (Yes, one hundred and one!) comments on my last entry, but what did I actually say to deserve them? Just about nothing. So as an experiment, hypothesis procedure etc., I will now put down here, roped off from the rest of the entry by a title and a horizontal rule, all the stupid things that livejournal entries seem to thrive on, in hopes that with them out of the way I might actually be able to put down some intelligent thought. (Who says I have any?)
∞
Sing Me The Alphabet ^
Annoying, wangsty lyrics to songs Christina probably shouldn't love 6. That is all.
solo terno una hora
y me duermo terminado
por viente y cinco
años pasaron
siguen los cuerpos
aqui temblando
I wish the world was flat like the old days.
So I could travel just by folding the map.
There'd be no airplanes or speed-trains or freeways.
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.
at the end of the world
or the last thing I see
you are never coming home
never coming home
could I, should I?
She screamed, "More! Loud! Give me some more. The terrible silence is leading to injuries and sores. So what could you do?"
She screamed, "Love is such a strong word!"
I said, "What if we took a word, deciphered the innocence and well, fucked? Say, what could you do?"
She screamed, "More! Loud! Give me some more, yeah, the terrible silence that lead us to those injuries and sores. What I would do for you..."
I'll write you a song and I hope that you don't mind
because all the names and places I have taken from real life
so please don't be upset at this portrait that I paint
it may be a little biased but at least I spelt your name right
When routine bites hard and ambitions are low,
and resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow,
and we're changing our ways, taking different roads,
then love, love will tear us apart again...
no there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no there's no light
Run sand hourglass, it's my time, will I be worth?
Spin round carousel, when your horse isn't screwed in.
(Oh dear God, I don't feel alive...)
∞
It Must Be True If The Internet Tells Me It Is ^
Aren't you glad I put this entire entry behind a series of annoyingly titled lj-cuts? I am, because it means when I look over my livejournal I won't actually have to read this over again. Five dollars to anyone who actually got this far. (No, seriously, just e-mail me your address... :X)
Your Birthdate: January 31
Your birthday suggests that you are a good organizer and manager, an energetic and dependable worker; attributes often showing success in the business world.
Serious and sincere, you have the patience and determination necessary to accomplish a great deal.
Your approach can be original, but often rigid and stubborn.
Sensitivity may be present, but feelings are likely to be repressed.
You are good with detail and insist on accuracy, but at times scatter energies.
You're a practical thinker, but not without imagination.
You love travel and don't like to live alone.
You should probably marry early, for responsibility is necessary for your stability.
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
∞
And You Thought This Was A Temporary Solution ^
As you all may have noticed, most of my entries to this point have been random google image search results with links to donum's livejournal. This entry is going to be special, though, because instead of google image searching for some inane pictures no one actually cares about, I've searched through the bowels of my old computer in search of rejected livejournal icons of mine. Yes! You all are going to get a peek into the 2000-2002 version of my mind, as awful as it may seem. I know you are probably thinking to yourselves now, 'Please! Bring back google image search!' But it's too late now, I've already uploaded every single one of these little things, I can't not post them now...
I'm pretty sure you can tell why these ones didn't work.
What was I thinking?
Can anyone explain to me why these things had to happen?
You probably recognize these lyrics from here, and they aren't any better put into icons. No kidding. I am one sad child.
I know these have nothing to do with each other, and, in fact, that last one is from the second to last layout I had, but that's not the point. The point is I was a pathetic ball of wangst. Everyone should congratulate me on such a speedy recovery, if you think I made it out... :X
And a bonus surprise! The framework for a livejournal mood theme I tried to make once. Enjoy...
I know, but what can you do?
∞
On Second Thought ^
I couldn't help myself. My dad bought me stock in Google, you know... :X
♥
In Regards To-- ^
WARNING: Plot Spoilers Ahead! :X I don't know why, but I think hidden 7 away at the end of this entry is as good a place as any to write some letters to my livejournal friends. Granted, this could be taken as a test to see which of you are reading this, but don't worry, I'm only trying to say some things to some people, that's all. Things I want to say? Things I need to say? Or that need to be said? Who knows? All I know is that if I don't stop coughing and get the hell to sleep I might just shoot myself in the face, or type something awfully embarrassing. So here's to requesting and apologizing and confessing and the like. Here's to the future, kids!
∞
My Sweetheart ^
Dear kwan_yin,I love you. Please see the Hitchhiker's movie this week with me, even if you have already and even if you haven't and even if I have and even if you don't like it and even if I don't like it and even if you are busy. I am also taking you out to dinner afterwards, just because. I haven't seen you in what seems like forever. And if we don't get together this week, we'll have to wait until I get back from Japan! Granted, I will have to see you when I get back from Japan anyway, unless you want me sending your souvenirs through the mail, and that's no fun. So think about it even just a little bit, please? I miss you. (And Happy Birthday!)
∞
My Longest Road ^
Dear jackiesobsessed,I have a lot to say, and you know I have a lot to say. Sadly, most of it is too personal for just the internet. I just want you to know, and I do have to say it here, because I don't know when I'll get a chance to talk to you soon, that I do appreciate you more than I let on, and I do love you, even when I am being difficult and bothering you. You are important to me. Hehe, I still have, remember? All those years ago when you put the Hogwarts letters in my locker for my birthday? I still have those. I know it might be silly, but that's me. And do you remember when we were in the talent show with the velcro dresses? No kidding... I know, I know, I will stop here, but I just wanted you to know. Thank you, so much, for putting up with me all these years.
∞
My Indirect Sources ^
Dear memeworrywort and monsoonrain,Please don't listen to anything Matt might tell you about me. He lies too much for his own good. And please don't take anything you might read in this journal as definites about my personality. Apologies, though. Perhaps, if you are feeling generous one day, I can show you firsthand that I am not worthy to be osmosised into your half of the world, or prove otherwise, depending on the weather. Until then, please continue being the fascinating people you are.
∞
My New Addition ^
Dear senshi_of_doom,All I ask of you, dear Sennifer, is that you continue to let me feed you in exchange for bothering you all the time in art class and making you listen to me go on and on about Matt. STFU! That is all. Though, in all seriousness, I just want you to know that you are a constant hero of mine, and I do hope that one day I can be half as strong as you are. (Yes, I do look up to you, and you know why.) I want to do everything I can to help you. Anything at all. Just tell me.
∞
My Beautiful ^
Dear evil_neko,You are the most beautiful person I have ever met in real life. I promise, cross my heart. And not just on the outside. I can't wait to room with you in Japan. Is it wrong that I think we're going to have massive fun? I hope so. Aishiteiru!
∞
My Everyone ^
Dear everyone,I'm sorry if I forgot any of you, or don't have enough to say to some of you, so don't think I am trying to exclude you. I read all of your journals, even if you don't read mine and even if I don't comment. (I don't know what to say!) Yes.
∞
My Everything ^
Dear donum,I love you. Will you marry me? I would say more, but...
♥
El Fin ^
This is the end, I promise. I do apologize for making this entry so long, and I apologize for forgetting to include some actual content, and I apologize for including bits that deal with my real life, but I do not apologize for putting it all behind lj-cuts. That, I think, is my only saving point. Because it means that if you don't want to read all of it, you don't have to. The index helps with that too, because you only have to click to read the parts you want to, and not the more boring of them. I know you are glad it's over, finally, but I must say I felt compelled to write this all out, and then compelled to waste even more of my time with the links and the lj-cuts, just so that it might be easier on you, my poor lj friends. Also, I can't stop coughing, and being sick gives me a lot of time to spend sleeping, but since I can't fall asleep for more than fifteen minutes without waking myself up again, I figure I should do something with the time. Thank you, and that is (almost) all.
∞
Footnotes ^
1See donum. ^
2Who does not have a livejournal, or she would get a letter too. ^
3My teacher made us do this on all our assignments. Ew. ^
4Just take a look. ^
5Which has been erased from the archives of a deleted journal, thank you very much. ^
6But if you know them I'll love you forever. ^
7Have you ever taken apart a 3½ inch floppy disk? The part in the middle, it looks black, but when you hold it up to your eyes you see the world in a dark red-brown. Or I'm on acid. ^
The real end.
Sickly To The Power Of, Christina Stupidhead
♥
The Inordinate Index v2.0
- Extreme Education
- Something Rotten In The State Of _______"
- I'll Take Biology For Six Hundred, Please
- Considering My Future Profession
- Can't Leave Home Without Them
- Sing Me The Alphabet
- It Must Be True If The Internet Tells Me It Is
- And You Thought This Was A Temporary Solution
- On Second Thought
- In Regards To--
- My Sweetheart
- My Longest Road
- My Indirect Sources
- My New Addition
- My Beautiful
- My Everyone
- My Everything
- El Fin
♥
Extreme Education ^
It occured to me the other day, while talking to Heather 2, that school is basically my entire life. I wonder how this happened. See, after high school comes college, and after college I become a teacher. I wonder if the other side really does have greener grass, and if their cows make sweeter milk because of it, and if they thus enjoy their breakfast cereal twice as much as I do. You never know, the other side of this whole system seems to me to be a lot more useful than this side. Well! Either way, to honor the fact that, aside from it being National Teacher Day (Thank you, Google!), I am fated to a live a life of didactic drudgery--of my own choice, mind you--here is the part of the entry where I talk about all the things I (never/always secretly) wanted to know.
∞
Something Rotten In The State Of _______ ^
All I have to say about this is that it is indeed my Web Page Design project to show that I can use all the stupid things we 'learned' this year so far. Please don't yell at me if there is something wrong in it, I was very, very bored. Praise be the Lord and the end.
Denmark: Where Danes Come From
Boring Country Information
Language Lessons
Fun(!?) Facts
Pictures And Stuff
Boring Country Information
Location: Europe, north of Germany
Capital: Copenhagen
Language: Danish and English
Population: About 5.8 million
Government: Multi-party Parliament
Language Lessons
Er det nogen som taler engelsk?
Do you speak English?
Jeg forstår ikke
I don't understand
En øl værsgo
One beer please
Hvor er ...?
Where is ??
toilettene
a toilet
Et øjeblikk
Just a minute
vent!
wait!
rødgrød med fløde
red fruit with cream
ja
yes
nej
no
Fun Facts
The national team of Denmark won the European Soccer Championship in 1992.
Denmark won the European Song Contest in 2000.
The band Aqua is made of three Danes and a Norwegian.
April 16th is Queen Margrethe II's birthday, a national holiday. She's an Aries.
Danish Blue is a famous smelly cheese, that I have never tried.
Hamlet, the famous play by William Shakespeare, takes place in Denmark.
"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."
Pictures
A road map of a city in Denmark.
Currency of Denmark. Money!!!11!
Danish Blue cheese. Mmm, cheese?
The band Aqua.
© Christina Stupidhead 2005 3
∞
I'll Take Biology For Six Hundred, Please ^
A True Story: In either freshman or sophomore year I got it in my head that I really, really had to draw Kubrick from the Remnants series 4. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, good job! Plus cool points for you. So for all of you out there who aren't as lame as I am, here's a basic summery: Kubrick had all his skin ripped off by aliens and replaced with plastic wrap. (How delightful, I know.) The entire point of wanting to draw him was wanting to draw all the muscles and bones and sinews and tissues and whatnot that make a person up. The problem was, I had no idea what those things looked like off the top of my head (And still don't.), so I could either cut open myself or one of my not-so-close friends and find out the hard way, like all the greats probably did, or go to the store/library and find an anatomy book. I did neither. Instead I went to my then Biology teacher and asked to borrow one of the old books. I still haven't returned it, and still haven't drawn that picture. Anticlimactic, ne? But I did tear out the pages and use them to collage my walls, which is what my lj layout is, if you couldn't tell... :X
∞
Considering My Future Profession ^
Since I do want, more than anything, actually, to become an English teacher, the educational part of this program should include something literary. I want to share with you, then, my favorite poem of all time. I know I've posted this already, but that was a very long time ago. And I know I should probably post something I have written myself, but my poetry has only improved slightly since the whole pomegranate incident 5, and I know none of you want to relive that horror. So, until the time comes when I feel like I can let my writing out of the closet again, here is a bit by my favorite author of all time, Mervyn Peake, which was included in my favorite books of all time, the Gormenghast Trilogy.
The Frivolous Cake
By Mervyn Peake
A freckled and frivolous cake there was
That sailed on a pointless sea,
Or any lugubrious lake there was
In a manner empathic and free.
How jointlessly, and how jointlessly
The frivolous cake sailed by
On the waves of the ocean that pointlessly
Threw fish to the lilac sky.
Oh, plenty and plenty of hake there was
Of a glory beyond compare,
And every conceivable make there was
Was tossed through the lilac air.
Up the smooth billows and over the crests
Of the cumbersome combers flew
The frivolous cake with a knife in the wake
Of herself and her curranty crew.
Like a swordfish grim it would bounce and skim
(The dinner knife fierce and blue),
And the frivolous cake was filled to the brim
With the fun of her curranty crew.
Oh, plenty and plenty of hake there was
Of a glory beyond compare-
And every conceivable make there was
Was tossed through the lilac air.
Around the shores of the Elegant Isles
Where the cat-fish bask and purr
And lick their paws with adhesive smiles
And wriggle their fins of fur,
They fly and fly 'neath the lilac sky-
The frivolous cake and the knife
Who winketh his glamorous indigo eye
In the wake of his future wife.
The crumbs blow free down the pointless sea
To the beat of a cakey heart
And the sensitive steel of the knife can feel
That love is a race apart.
In the speed of the lingering light are blown
The crumbs to the hake above,
And the tropical air vibrates to the drone
Of a cake in the throes of love.
♥
Can't Leave Home Without Them ^
Sometimes I wonder where the actual content of my livejournal is. I mean, sure, I did get one hundred and one (Yes, one hundred and one!) comments on my last entry, but what did I actually say to deserve them? Just about nothing. So as an experiment, hypothesis procedure etc., I will now put down here, roped off from the rest of the entry by a title and a horizontal rule, all the stupid things that livejournal entries seem to thrive on, in hopes that with them out of the way I might actually be able to put down some intelligent thought. (Who says I have any?)
∞
Sing Me The Alphabet ^
Annoying, wangsty lyrics to songs Christina probably shouldn't love 6. That is all.
solo terno una hora
y me duermo terminado
por viente y cinco
años pasaron
siguen los cuerpos
aqui temblando
I wish the world was flat like the old days.
So I could travel just by folding the map.
There'd be no airplanes or speed-trains or freeways.
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.
at the end of the world
or the last thing I see
you are never coming home
never coming home
could I, should I?
She screamed, "More! Loud! Give me some more. The terrible silence is leading to injuries and sores. So what could you do?"
She screamed, "Love is such a strong word!"
I said, "What if we took a word, deciphered the innocence and well, fucked? Say, what could you do?"
She screamed, "More! Loud! Give me some more, yeah, the terrible silence that lead us to those injuries and sores. What I would do for you..."
I'll write you a song and I hope that you don't mind
because all the names and places I have taken from real life
so please don't be upset at this portrait that I paint
it may be a little biased but at least I spelt your name right
When routine bites hard and ambitions are low,
and resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow,
and we're changing our ways, taking different roads,
then love, love will tear us apart again...
no there's no light
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
no there's no light
Run sand hourglass, it's my time, will I be worth?
Spin round carousel, when your horse isn't screwed in.
(Oh dear God, I don't feel alive...)
∞
It Must Be True If The Internet Tells Me It Is ^
Aren't you glad I put this entire entry behind a series of annoyingly titled lj-cuts? I am, because it means when I look over my livejournal I won't actually have to read this over again. Five dollars to anyone who actually got this far. (No, seriously, just e-mail me your address... :X)
Your Birthdate: January 31
Your birthday suggests that you are a good organizer and manager, an energetic and dependable worker; attributes often showing success in the business world.
Serious and sincere, you have the patience and determination necessary to accomplish a great deal.
Your approach can be original, but often rigid and stubborn.
Sensitivity may be present, but feelings are likely to be repressed.
You are good with detail and insist on accuracy, but at times scatter energies.
You're a practical thinker, but not without imagination.
You love travel and don't like to live alone.
You should probably marry early, for responsibility is necessary for your stability.
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
∞
And You Thought This Was A Temporary Solution ^
As you all may have noticed, most of my entries to this point have been random google image search results with links to donum's livejournal. This entry is going to be special, though, because instead of google image searching for some inane pictures no one actually cares about, I've searched through the bowels of my old computer in search of rejected livejournal icons of mine. Yes! You all are going to get a peek into the 2000-2002 version of my mind, as awful as it may seem. I know you are probably thinking to yourselves now, 'Please! Bring back google image search!' But it's too late now, I've already uploaded every single one of these little things, I can't not post them now...
I'm pretty sure you can tell why these ones didn't work.
What was I thinking?
Can anyone explain to me why these things had to happen?
You probably recognize these lyrics from here, and they aren't any better put into icons. No kidding. I am one sad child.
I know these have nothing to do with each other, and, in fact, that last one is from the second to last layout I had, but that's not the point. The point is I was a pathetic ball of wangst. Everyone should congratulate me on such a speedy recovery, if you think I made it out... :X
And a bonus surprise! The framework for a livejournal mood theme I tried to make once. Enjoy...
I know, but what can you do?
∞
On Second Thought ^
I couldn't help myself. My dad bought me stock in Google, you know... :X
♥
In Regards To-- ^
WARNING: Plot Spoilers Ahead! :X I don't know why, but I think hidden 7 away at the end of this entry is as good a place as any to write some letters to my livejournal friends. Granted, this could be taken as a test to see which of you are reading this, but don't worry, I'm only trying to say some things to some people, that's all. Things I want to say? Things I need to say? Or that need to be said? Who knows? All I know is that if I don't stop coughing and get the hell to sleep I might just shoot myself in the face, or type something awfully embarrassing. So here's to requesting and apologizing and confessing and the like. Here's to the future, kids!
∞
My Sweetheart ^
Dear kwan_yin,I love you. Please see the Hitchhiker's movie this week with me, even if you have already and even if you haven't and even if I have and even if you don't like it and even if I don't like it and even if you are busy. I am also taking you out to dinner afterwards, just because. I haven't seen you in what seems like forever. And if we don't get together this week, we'll have to wait until I get back from Japan! Granted, I will have to see you when I get back from Japan anyway, unless you want me sending your souvenirs through the mail, and that's no fun. So think about it even just a little bit, please? I miss you. (And Happy Birthday!)
∞
My Longest Road ^
Dear jackiesobsessed,I have a lot to say, and you know I have a lot to say. Sadly, most of it is too personal for just the internet. I just want you to know, and I do have to say it here, because I don't know when I'll get a chance to talk to you soon, that I do appreciate you more than I let on, and I do love you, even when I am being difficult and bothering you. You are important to me. Hehe, I still have, remember? All those years ago when you put the Hogwarts letters in my locker for my birthday? I still have those. I know it might be silly, but that's me. And do you remember when we were in the talent show with the velcro dresses? No kidding... I know, I know, I will stop here, but I just wanted you to know. Thank you, so much, for putting up with me all these years.
∞
My Indirect Sources ^
Dear memeworrywort and monsoonrain,Please don't listen to anything Matt might tell you about me. He lies too much for his own good. And please don't take anything you might read in this journal as definites about my personality. Apologies, though. Perhaps, if you are feeling generous one day, I can show you firsthand that I am not worthy to be osmosised into your half of the world, or prove otherwise, depending on the weather. Until then, please continue being the fascinating people you are.
∞
My New Addition ^
Dear senshi_of_doom,All I ask of you, dear Sennifer, is that you continue to let me feed you in exchange for bothering you all the time in art class and making you listen to me go on and on about Matt. STFU! That is all. Though, in all seriousness, I just want you to know that you are a constant hero of mine, and I do hope that one day I can be half as strong as you are. (Yes, I do look up to you, and you know why.) I want to do everything I can to help you. Anything at all. Just tell me.
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My Beautiful ^
Dear evil_neko,You are the most beautiful person I have ever met in real life. I promise, cross my heart. And not just on the outside. I can't wait to room with you in Japan. Is it wrong that I think we're going to have massive fun? I hope so. Aishiteiru!
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My Everyone ^
Dear everyone,I'm sorry if I forgot any of you, or don't have enough to say to some of you, so don't think I am trying to exclude you. I read all of your journals, even if you don't read mine and even if I don't comment. (I don't know what to say!) Yes.
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My Everything ^
Dear donum,I love you. Will you marry me? I would say more, but...
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El Fin ^
This is the end, I promise. I do apologize for making this entry so long, and I apologize for forgetting to include some actual content, and I apologize for including bits that deal with my real life, but I do not apologize for putting it all behind lj-cuts. That, I think, is my only saving point. Because it means that if you don't want to read all of it, you don't have to. The index helps with that too, because you only have to click to read the parts you want to, and not the more boring of them. I know you are glad it's over, finally, but I must say I felt compelled to write this all out, and then compelled to waste even more of my time with the links and the lj-cuts, just so that it might be easier on you, my poor lj friends. Also, I can't stop coughing, and being sick gives me a lot of time to spend sleeping, but since I can't fall asleep for more than fifteen minutes without waking myself up again, I figure I should do something with the time. Thank you, and that is (almost) all.
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Footnotes ^
1See donum. ^
2Who does not have a livejournal, or she would get a letter too. ^
3My teacher made us do this on all our assignments. Ew. ^
4Just take a look. ^
5Which has been erased from the archives of a deleted journal, thank you very much. ^
6But if you know them I'll love you forever. ^
7Have you ever taken apart a 3½ inch floppy disk? The part in the middle, it looks black, but when you hold it up to your eyes you see the world in a dark red-brown. Or I'm on acid. ^
The real end.